Six people attended Lorna's tutoring session in total, but aside from Lorna, the other high school girls were all somewhat distracted. Salomon felt it was best not to linger today. The girls' whispered conversations were far too much for him to bear, and every time he turned around, they would erupt into heated discussion—the black suit was indeed rather fitted, and Salomon's muscles were quite pronounced, especially after he had taken off his jacket. Darcy Louise, the crudest, most blunt, and least restrained woman Salomon knew, had long ago told him what would happen if he wore an English suit. What she said was enough to make any lady blush until she fainted. These high school girls were already shy enough; Darcy Louise had always preferred actions over words, so he could hardly blame them. After all, they were only whispering.
Unseen by anyone, Lorna rolled her eyes, then turned around and pretended to be deeply interested. When Salomon asked her about it afterward, she called it "a powerful display of false friendship." She also said, "I wanted to hear what ridiculous nickname they gave your butt," and claimed that this was simply how high school girls got along. A guy whose head was full of fighting and killing like him would never understand how delicate a woman's mind could be.
"What are you talking about? Sorry, my brother was helping me work through a problem earlier."
"We were talking about him, Dane." The girl seated farthest to the left and closest to Lorna blinked, glancing at the Arcanist as he walked toward the other children. She had long curly blonde hair and green eyes. "You two aren't related by blood, right?"
"I wish I were two meters tall, covered in muscles, drove a convertible, was handsome enough that men